Chapter 860

Irene smiled. "It hurts." "Then why are you carrying Tommy?" Sheryl asked as she put the glass of cranberry juice on the table. "Don't you know how heavy he is now? I guess you weren't hurt enough, huh?" Still, she was sympathetic enough to take Tommy off Irene's arms. "Carry him when you're better," Sheryl said as she carried Tommy downstairs, not forgetting to remind her, "And finish your juice." Tommy pouted unhappily. "I hate you, Grandma." Sheryl tapped his little nose. "Be a good boy. Your mommy's sick right now, but she'll play with you when she's better." "You're lying. Mommy can carry me and she's smiling. She's not sick." Tommy started flailing his little feet. "Let me down." Sheryl did so, and he promptly ran up to the couch and threw himself on it angrily. "Be a good boy now," Sheryl coaxed. "How about I buy you another Transformers—" "I don't wanna!" Tommy snapped, refusing it despite his recently developed fondness for Transformers. Unable to coax him whateve